The fifth volume, the pen of the gods, the one hundred and fifty chapters see the Buddha
A few days later, Ning Que carried Sangsang to the snow-capped mountains dozens of miles ago. The fields were green and grass were green, with thousands of lakes and ponds densely packed. The paths between the ponds were like lines, and they could not count them.
There are trees by the pond, willow trees, flowers, lotus flowers, and lotus flowers on the pond are white and red, like bloodstains dyed in jade, green leaves are like skirts, and the stems are golden and extremely beautiful.
Countless golden lights spread over thousands of ponds, arising from everything, lotus, branches, lotus, leaves, willows, stones, and even the pond water emit golden light, those are Buddha lights.
The Buddha's light is too bright and the picture is too beautiful. Ning Que pressed the big black umbrella very low, but he could not avoid the ubiquitous light. His eyes narrowed. Because of Sangsang's poisoning, his chest and abdomen were
There was annoyance, and sweetness came from time to time in the throat, which was a sign of vomiting blood.
The beautiful, holy and indescribable world is the real Buddha's kingdom. He is very sure that the Buddha lives in this world, but he just doesn't know where it is.
He carried Sangsang to search among the pond, stepped on the narrow mud paths in the pond, opened the willow branches in front of him, and searched back and forth between the Lotus Lake stones, looking extremely patient.
Sangsang kept silent. He looked at him looking aimlessly for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking, "Do you know where the Buddha is?"
Ning Que said, "I don't know."
Sangsang said, "Then what's the point of just watching it everywhere?"
Ning Que said: "As long as you see the Buddha, the Buddha will wake up, so you just look for it."
When he saw the Buddha, he only needed to see him. He walked through the golden pond with his back, looking at the lotus flowers on the pond, looking at the clear water in the pond, looking at the mud at the bottom of the water, looking at the lotus roots in the mud, looking at the stones on the pond,
Looking at the willow trees among the stones and the cicadas on the willow trees, I rarely blink and dare not miss any scene.
One day, listening to the croaking sounds from the lotus field, he thought about it, took off Sangsang's body, then jumped into the water with a thud, swam deep into the lotus field, and grabbed a fat frog
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He raised the frog to his eyes and stared for a long time. The frog opened his round eyes innocently and stared at him. Each person and the frog stared at him for a long time.
At the end, Ning Que's eyes began to feel sore and he burst into tears silently. Sangsang mocked in his heart: "Even if he thinks what he is doing is idiotic, why should he cry?"
Ning Que explained with some annoyance: "My eyes are sore."
Sangsang said, "Who made you glar for so long?"
Ning Que said: "I have seen so many flowers, willows, but I didn't respond. After thinking about it, the frog in the pond is the most likely Buddha, so of course I have to look at it twice."
Sangsang was confused and asked, "How could the Buddha be a frog?"
Ning Que said seriously: "The Buddhist scriptures say that at the bottom of the Styx that day, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva also confirmed that the Buddha was the prince of a small country in the secular world, so he naturally might become a frog."
Sangsang became increasingly puzzled and asked, "What is the relationship between the frog and the prince?"
Ning Que said: "You haven't heard such a famous story?"
Sangsang thought about it and said, "It's the fairy tale you told me when you were a child?"
Ning Que said with a nod to the head: "The prince turned into a frog. Isn't this some hint?"
Sangsang said, "Then you have to kiss it."
Ning Que is now thinking about finding the Buddha, but hesitating for a while, he really raises the frog in front of him and kisses him with a loud voice.
The frog did not change anything, but seemed a little aggrieved.
Ning Que wiped his mouth, spitted a lot of saliva into the pond, and said, "It seems that it's not this one."
Sangsang said: "There are at least tens of thousands of frogs here."
Ning Que looked at thousands of golden ponds, listened to the sound of cicadas in the willow trees and the sound of frogs in the lotus fields, thinking that there were more than tens of thousands of cicadas in the willow trees, and he didn't think about it. That was the third senior sister's business.
If you want to kiss all these frogs, what will your mouth be like? What if you kiss a toad? You are not a swan.
After searching for several days, he still found nothing. According to calculations, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas all over the mountains and fields should have been chasing him, and his mood became a little anxious.
The golden pond occupies a large field, and in the middle is the towering snow-capped mountain. The peaks are covered with ice and snow for many years. The thick snow layer hangs from the top of the peak to the foot of the mountain. There is no color of the cliff.
The trickle of water flows down from the snow, moistening the fields, and this is how thousands of ponds come from.
Under the dark sky, this snow-white peak is surrounded by thousands of golden ponds, which looks extremely spectacular and beautiful. One day, Ning Que found the foot of the mountain and looked up to the mountain and forgot to say anything.
He remembered that the Prajna Peak where the Hanging Temple was located was transformed by the Buddha's body left on earth. The Buddha seemed to like to use the mountains to describe himself. So is it possible that this snow-capped mountain is the Buddha? The golden pond and golden lotus branches in the wilderness.
Those things emit Buddha's light. Could it be because of snow water?
After thinking about it, he denied his inference again. It was hundreds of miles away that this snow mountain could be seen. These days in the golden pond, he would occasionally look at the snow mountain. The snow mountain never moved, and naturally
Not Buddha.
"Hey, if you are the Buddha, respond to my voice!"
Ning Que looked at the snow mountain and shouted, "The snow mountain is silent, only his voice echoes constantly and is constantly lingering.
He smiled mockingly, turned around and walked towards the next pond.
However, he didn't go much further, and suddenly stopped.
A sound came from behind, not the echo of the snow-capped mountains, because it was loud and roared, and the sound came from a very high place, just like a thunder falling from the sky.
Ning Que turned around and looked at the snow mountain, his face suddenly turned pale and his body was a little stiff.
The sound came from the top of the snow-capped mountain, and it was the sound of an avalanche.
The snow layer kept collapsing, and countless snow fell. The snow line in front was getting higher and higher, like a shocking wave. The snow layer rubbed against the cliff and made a terrifying sound like thunder!
The field began to shake violently, like an earthquake. The water in the golden pond shook countless ripples, and then began to jump, shining with golden Buddha light, like a celestial girl dancing.
The wind was howling, the willow trees bent down by the pond, the lotus leaves in the pond were waving, the lotus flowers were blooming even more angry, and the frogs and cicadas kept chirping, as if they were ready to welcome the great birth.
The avalanche is still continuing. Ning Que stood on the trembling and restless field, looking at the peak of the peak gradually revealing his true face, looking at the black cliff with residual snow, suddenly remembering the highest mountain by the northern Rehai in the world, remembering that
The snow-capped mountains are the end and the starting point, and I vaguely understand something.
His face became paler and his body became stiffer. His right hand was tightly holding the hilt of the knife and his left hand placed in front of his chest, connecting with Sangsang in his body, waiting for the final judgment.
This avalanche lasted for a very long time, and it was not until a long time later. Under the dark sky, the snow-capped mountain was no longer the same as before. There was little snow left in the black rocks, and you could see clearly.
If the snow mountain is a statue, then it will naturally have a contour.
After the avalanche, the Buddha finally showed his true body, sitting cross-legged between heaven and earth, and the Buddha's face was on the top of the peak, with rough and blurry lines, giving people a feeling that it seems fake but real.
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(Today I updated two thousand words, I have to write tomorrow’s thing at this time, I can’t write tomorrow.)